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I am a retired English teacher and department head, the mother of three grand mother of four, and have been married to the same man for 53 years, two years after we met at college. I taught in both middle and high schools as I really love teens and in-betweens. I was also a certified Lamaze instructor, and for a short time a volunteer chaplain at Howard County General Hospital. I am a two-time cancer survivor, ovarian (2003), and breast (2019) I was born in South Philadelphia and grew up in the 'burbs with great parents, in a bilingual household. I love soft pretzels and cheesesteaks, the Phillies, the Eagles, the Orioles, and sometimes the Ravens. I love being Mom, Aunt Kathy, Nona Kathy (Kath), and Teacher. I spend a lot of time in my gardens in the spring and summer, and in the winter I plan what I'm going to plant. I also am an avid reader, cook, photographer, lover of languages, music, and four-footed furries.

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Showing posts with label roacka my soul in the bosom of abraham. Show all posts
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Friday, February 4, 2011

Okay All You Angry People....



When our 2½ year old grand daughter becomes petulant I've learned that diversion is a great instrument.    Two weeks ago when it was time for her to leave our home and return home with her mother, and she refused to move, refused to put her shoes on, would not allow anyone near her to put her shoes on  all this while weeping disconsolately,  I said, "Maybe it's time for us to sing?" 

She said, "NO!"

Hoooowww abouuuut "Twinkle, Twinkle?"

"NO!"

How about "Humpty Dumpty?"

"NO!"

Hoooowwww abbouuuuut "The Itsy Bitsy Spider?"

"NO!"

Her no's became more and more strident with each answer.  Thirty songs later and at the end of my Ariana repertoire, I said sarcastically, "Well, how about "Rock-a My Soul in the Bosom of Abraham"  and that's about it for me."


She said, "How about "Rock-a My Soul in the Bosom of Abraham".  Husband and daughter snickered, and so I launched into it -- not as well as Alvin Ailey's group -- but the crying stopped.  She allowed me to put her shoes and jacket on -- a happier child.

Would it were so easy that the world's ills could be so easily mollified.